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Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,
Half blytbe, half wae, to thee I turn;
But where are they wha sat wi’ me,
Sae pleased aneath thy shady tree .
Oh! where are they whose wee bit feet
Wad wade delighted thro’ ihe weetf
Scrambling up ’mang thorns and beech.
The nits and brambles a’ to reach.
Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,
May Mammon’s hand ne’er come to turn
Thy waters clear to dingey dye,
Nor smoky clouds obscure thy sky!
Let no rude revelling intrude
To break this holy solitude;
Here may no Still no barley-bree —
Here bring poor Scotia’s misery.
Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,
Still, still to thee my heart doth turn;
Wider, deeper streams I see,
But nane sae sweet, sae dear to me.
Here first we heard the Cuckoo sing,
With all the melodies of spring;
Here her footsteps first were seen,
Strewing flowers upon thy green.